"Uhhh...um, I don't know. Maybe two weeks...." I responded, eyes on the ground.
My last day of work was last Friday. I began the process of requesting to be released from my contract two and a half weeks into the school year. Kitty, I knew I should have told you, but I had to be quiet about it. And, I'm not sure if I'm even ready to tell you yet. Less than seventy hours later, I was sitting in front of another principal on a job interview.
I tried to drive back home, but my brain was in a fog. I was weird on the interview, too. Mind wandering, kept just answering "Right..." or "I don't know" to questions. I think the word "fuck" mixed in with a couple of my responses. I was close to my house, then suddenly I was lost, I was on the west side of town instead of my neighborhood.
"Yayoi Kusama lived through the second World War in Japan...." Lois Reitzes informed me.
"She hallucinated from an early age, her fields of flowers were not a happy memory."
"She tried to kill herself by jumping out of a window...she returned to Japan and still resides in a psychiatric hospital."
The sun was bright. I kept looping and driving down roads I didn't know, unclear about how I had ended up on Abernathy in the first place.
"We have to give her mother a break, even though she was incredibly violent."
"Her first time at the Venice Biennale, Kusama crashed it by setting up her own exhibit on the lawn outside."
"How did it go?" my mom's text message asked.
"I don't know...." I said when I called her.
"Pros and cons, I mean, I could work there, it'd be alright."
"Hilary....." my mom started.
I started crying.
"I just want to be an Infinity Room attendant. I just want to stand there for two months inside of one of Yayoi Kusama's rooms and not say anything. Just stand there."
"Then," my mom answered, "that is what you should do.".
*Title, Yayoi Kusama
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